Addiction in verse

Two plus two is seven. Three plus three makes nine. My math isn’t bad, I’ve just left the world behind.
When all I want is poison, and all I need is time, every wall is plastered with a face and begging eyes.
I feel it in my stomach and digest it in my lungs. When every breath is calculated, I forget what I once sung.
More is more for nothing. It exists in fantasy. In a place without consequence, I will let her lick my teeth.
I’ll hear her muffled scream from the carpet in the dark and do everything I can to let her tear my world apart. 

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